High school. Not the best thing in the world. Bayville High is actually not a bad school. It's been more than a month since I lost my memory. I'm really starting to fit in here. Aviana is too. She fit in perfectly too. And it's only been her first few days.

Me, her, Kitty, and Kurt are walking down the hallway toward our first class. I see a girl at the end of the hall followed by her entourage.

"Who's that?" Aviana asks.

"Mira. She's like totally the most popular girl in the school," Kitty says.

Mira. Pretty face. Opposite of her attitude. All she cared about was her popularity. Nothing else. It was really sickening me. Luckily for me and Aviana, she had not had any contact with us yet.

"Oh, you must be new here."

I spoke to soon.

Mira walked over to us, her so called "friends" falling close behind. "What's your name?" she asks in a snooty tone.

"Aviana."

"Ok. Let me tell you how we do things here Aviana. I'm the most important girl in the school. You do whatever I tell you. If you don't, I ruin you socially." Mira says.

"And what if we don't," I butt in.

"You're Drake right? I actually sort of like you Drake. But, don't get in my way. A good idea Drake is that you shouldn't hang around those horrible mutants," she says, nodding toward Kitty and Kurt. She then walks away, wagging her hips in the "I'm better than you" way.

I can feel my rage rise. She insults my best friends, then walks away as if nothing had happened.

Aviana grabs my arm. "Let her go. She's not worth it," she says. I still feel angry, but Aviana's right.

When school gets over, I decide to walk into downtown Bayville. I had been in it before, and I really wanted to check it out. Something doesn't feel right. I hear a lot of yelling. The hair on the back of my hair tingles. I gotta find out. I turn a corner and gasp. At the end of the street, tens of people are holding signs and shouting. I casually walk down to them, trying not to attract attention to myself. It's bad alright. All the signs say something like "Mutants, go home!" and "I hate mutants." It's appalling. I walk up to one guy near the front.

"What's going on here?" I ask him.

"We're the Mutant Hating Committee," he said, "today is the day we protest."

I can't believe this guy is talking to me, a mutant. How ironic. I decide to take a direct approach. "Why do you hate mutants?" I ask.

"Why? Are you saying you're on the mutants' side?"

"I'm not saying I'm for or against him. I'm just trying to figure out why some people hate mutants and others like them."

"Ok. I hate mutants because they're bad. They wreck buildings, cause property damage, and overall are an abomination to society." His words hurt. This guy doesn't even care about anything.

Problems occur. Somewhere near me a car explodes. Everybody jumps. I scan the crowd. A guy stands thirty feet in front of the crowd. Looks to be eighteen. A fireball appears in his hand. He shoots it and it barely misses the crowd. I look around. There's no way out. The whole crowd is trapped against the buildings. "See!" The man yells next to me, "This is why we should hate mutants."

I have to stop this. I'm the only one. "I'll give you one reason why you shouldn't hate mutants. Me." A shocked look appears on his face. Guess he didn't know. Before he could utter a syllable, I stepped out of the crowd to face the man.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"You can call me Blaze," he says in a thick, unmistakably Russian accent.

"Ok, Blaze, that's it. You ain't hurting these people."

"That's vhat you think." Another fireball appeared in his hand. He fired. At me. I change. I can't see a thing. I look up. I'm uninjured. Cool, that means fire doesn't hurt me. Blaze's face is in shock, and I hear gasps behind me. I guess people are a little shocked.

"W-who are you?" Blaze stuttered, trying to regain his composure. Great, I gotta think of a mutant name on the spot.

"I'm Drago," I say, quickly thinking. The fight continues. Blaze launches another fireball. I dodge. I launch my own back. It hits him in the face. The heat doesn't affect him, but the force does. He's thrown back a couple feet, and he regains his balance. Too late for him though. I use my inhuman speed to cross the gap in a matter of two seconds. I kick him square in the chest, then slam my fist into his face. He drops limply, completely unconscious.

I look around. People around me staring in stunned silence. This isn't right. I hear a van behind me. Great, news people. They're out of their van and running toward me. I'm out. I flee behind me, taking off into the air.

I'm heading toward the mansion as fast as I can. I slam into the lawn and quickly change back. I dust off, and I walk inside like nothing even happened. Unfortunately, Xavier was waiting.

"Care to explain this?" he asks sternly, pointing to the TV. I look. It's the reporter Frank Lee.

"According to eyewitnesses, this mutant had green scales and wings and called himself Drago," he says, "According to one man, he's glad nobody was hurt and the fire throwing mutant was taken into police custody."

Xavier flips the TV off. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I just tried to save the people." I say.

"Don't be sorry," Xavier says, "You did a good job. Nobody was hurt, you saved the people, not much property was stolen, and you took down that villain efficiently and effectively. Well done."

"Thank you," I say, speechless. I had just saved many people who hated mutants, got a criminal arrested, and got a good job from Xavier. This mutant thing was turning out to be a good thing after all.